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A strange mixture of perfume, sweat, and cheap essential oils hit the face.
Cardi B stood in front of the microphone, headphones hanging askew on one ear, constantly repeating "Wet as psy... Wet as psy..." in her mouth.
Fluorescent green G-string so tight that flesh overflowed, oily and shiny skin under the flashing LED lights looked like a bucket of olive oil had just been poured on it.
"Look at her, like a cheetah in heat~" Phil squinted his eyes, intoxicated by the unscrupulous lyrics and drum beats.
As an old-school musician, he believed that the prosperity of pop music ceased to exist after the decline of the rock wave in the 90s.
He often talked about "rap music is cultural garbage brought by blacks to the New World, only poisoning naturally kind white good babies."
Now he obviously didn't think so, at least not at this moment.
Every sentence of "Wet as psy" spat out of Cardi B's mouth would turn into glittering green banknotes drilling into his pocket.
"Do you believe she will crush that short and ugly monkey Nicki Minaj into dregs?"
"Easily~" Max tilted his head, his expression explaining everything without words.
Leon teased: "If recording is already this kind of battle array, it's hard to imagine what kind of scene it will be when shooting the MV. Maybe you have to complete the shooting in the studio of Brazzers film factory."
"Awesome!" Phil snapped his fingers. "Damn it (fck), you are a genius! That's why you can achieve what you have now. You are like Tesla, an inventor in the entertainment industry!"
Everyone looked at each other and burst into laughter. The recording ended quickly in a joyful atmosphere.
"Aha!" Cardi B screamed strangely, jumping out of the recording studio, and quickly kissed each male model on the cheek. "I have to say you guys make me feel very good~"
"Awesome, Cardi!"
"This song will become popular in every nightclub across America!"
Phil draped a windbreaker over her, sparing no compliments in his words.
"Boss..."
Cardi realized at this time that she was so excited and engaged that she forgot the existence of the boss. Like a little girl rewarded with candy, she stepped forward and hugged him enthusiastically.
"You sang wonderfully. Both the lyrics and flow are very distinctive. I can't wait to see the expressions of music critics on the day the new album is released." Leon said.
Cardi B's new album will have eleven songs, without exception highly related to psy and dck.
During the Westward Movement, ballads full of obscene and provocative meanings were popular in Midwestern towns. Women engaged in flesh business relied on this way to attract passing cowboys.
If a girl from a decent family hummed this kind of music, her parents would raise the horsewhip on the spot and whip her skin open and flesh torn.
Even before the millennium, no one could imagine this kind of music being popular in the market.
In 1987, female rap group Salt-N-Pepa released the hit single Push It, creating the unique style of "Sex Rap."
In the 90s, Diddy's Bad Boy Records signed many female rappers of this type, creating many platinum and even double-platinum records relying on bottomless borderline lyrics.
The psy rap business made him a lot of money, and now it's Leon's turn to take over.
Logically speaking, the main audience group for Cardi B's music should be male.
On one hand, they were amused by the bold lyrics; on the other hand, they couldn't help reviewing the MV over and over again in front of the screen.
However, Apocalypse Music once released a questionnaire survey on YouTube. More than 70% of Cardi's fans are female, young women.
The grand occasion of the music scene also shows this. After every Cardi performance, only a floor of bras, panties, and hair ties remain.
"If you encounter any difficulties during recording, find Miss Bonnie." Leon rubbed Cardi's head. "The company will fully support your new album. Maybe I will commission Madame Tussauds to make a wax figure according to your twerking posture, rent a screen in Times Square, and play your dance posture 24 hours a day."
"TV exclusive interviews, reality shows, heavyweight music festivals, commercial endorsements... you will get the best of everything~"
"You are the best boss in the world; I tell everyone I know!" Cardi B swayed her body excitedly.
Slap—Leon patted her butt. "Work hard, let it spark more inspiration, and create more diamonds for you."
It was already evening when he left the company. He returned to his home in Tribeca and opened a beautifully packaged bottle of red wine.
He didn't understand how the value of red wine was evaluated—production area, vintage, grape variety, fermentation method...
But this was a gift from Stringer, presumably not cheap.
He opened YouTube and cooked himself an authentic Chinese meal according to video tutorials.
Washing vegetables, cutting ingredients, preparing sauce, marinating, stir-frying in the pot...
The busy process looked lively, but against the empty background of the mansion, a single figure seemed particularly lonely.
Just as he was busy serving the dish, the phone rang. The caller was Ariana.
"Hey, haven't seen you for a while. How have you been recently, Little A?" Leon held the phone with his neck while wielding the spatula.
"..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
"Why no sound? Can you hear me, Little A?" Leon looked at the phone screen in confusion; the signal showed full bars.
Just as he was about to hang up, there was finally a response on the other end.
"You are producing a new album for Cardi?" Ariana stammered, with a hint of grievance in her tone.
"That's right, her new song is great. Fortunately, you weren't at the recording site today." Leon said with a wicked smile, "Otherwise, you would be so shy that you couldn't lift your head at all."
"Leon! You can't always treat me like a child!" Ariana's tone rose three degrees. "I mean, you can't always treat me like some younger sister!"
"I never thought so." Leon blurted out, his tone firm.
Although Ariana's female characteristics are not very obvious, she has mastered the essential skills of a mature woman.
Leon has experienced this countless times. This girl has completely two postures in bed and out of bed.
"Cardi can have her own album; as a friend, I am sincerely happy for her..."
"But what about the things you promised me? I was played around by you like an idiot."
Speaking of this, her tone was obviously crying, thinking of all the unfairness that happened to her.
During Leon's breakup with Robbie, she almost dedicated everything of herself, even letting her mother meet him.
Her head was full of girlish fantasies about a wonderful romance. Rich girl falls in love with overbearing boss; this should have been a standard cheesy idol drama plot.
The reality is that the naive rich girl was PUA'd by the scumbag boss. Not only was the album matter postponed again and again.
Even Leon turned around and sweetly attended the MTV awards ceremony with popular little diva Taylor to announce their romance, completely reduced to a background clown.
"I understand what you mean. I have already explained this to Max long ago. As long as you are ready, the recording of the new album can start at any time." Leon perfunctorily said while cooking.
"I won't believe a single letter from your mouth anymore, you hateful liar..." Ariana lost control of her emotions and sobbed.
"Listen... damn it..." Leon panicked instantly. He had served as her emotional mentor more than once and knew this girl was unusually stubborn.
Pop—"Sht!" Accidentally burned by the oil jumping out of the pot, the spatula fell to the ground, and even the pot was almost knocked over.
"What's wrong with you?" Ariana's sobbing stopped abruptly. "Is someone attacking you? Hide quickly; I'll call the police immediately!"
The girl's head was filled with many unrealistic fantasies. Since The Rap of America aired, the number of death threats Leon received multiplied.
Contestants expressed dissatisfaction with the blatant black box operation in the competition. Multiple underground rap groups posted on social media to send Street Jesus to heaven to meet his father.
Seeing his former little brother's career grow day by day, JAY-Z also didn't stop for a moment. He took over Diddy's banner and threatened to make Leon disappear completely in talk shows every now and then.
"Don't worry, I was preparing dinner just now; only the spatula fell to the ground." Leon was angry and wanted to laugh.
"Preparing dinner? You?"
"Of course, didn't you know I'm a Chinese chef?"
"How could I know? You never did these for me." Ariana's tone was annoyed with a hint of coquetry. "Maybe only Miss Taylor knows your cooking skills."
"Do you want to come to my house, now?" Leon saw through her thoughts and immediately issued a dinner invitation.
Not just to soothe the girl's emotions, but more importantly to talk about the production of the new album.
Now he has so much money he can't finish spending it. It is the best time for Apocalypse Music to further occupy the East Coast record market.
"Let me think about it..." Ariana bit her lower lip on the other end of the phone. "It always feels a bit perfunctory. Is this a formal invitation?"
"I sincerely invite you to have dinner with me, beautiful Miss Ariana."
"Okay, for the sake of your sincerity."
Ariana said so, but after hanging up the phone, she immediately jumped up from the big pink bed and applied makeup on her face as fast as possible.
So hurried that she forgot to wear a bra when going out.
Thirty minutes later, Ariana's petite figure appeared in Leon's home.
She took off her pink high heels, stepped on the floor with bare pink little feet, staring at the rich dishes on the dining table, covering her mouth in shock.
Kung Pao Chicken, Steamed Grouper, Braised Chicken Wings, Stir-fried Seasonal Vegetables...
Although she couldn't name these dishes and the shapes weren't beautiful, she felt that so many dishes looked very impressive.
The dinner of most American families is a big plate placed in front of everyone, with some beans, macaroni or pasta, and pre-made deli food bought from the supermarket casually put together.
"You made all these by yourself?"
"Of course, do you see anyone else here?" Leon smiled, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Sit down quickly and taste."
Ariana picked up a fork with a nervous mood, picked up a piece of diced chicken, and put it into her mouth.
As she chewed, her expression gradually relaxed.
"I didn't expect this taste is actually not bad..."
Kung Pao Chicken is originally a somewhat sweet dish. Leon added a bit more white sugar according to the taste of white people's meals.
He picked up the red wine and poured half a glass for the other party. The two drank and chatted.
"I'm starting to understand why my mom always praises you on the phone. I've never seen her appreciate a man like that." Ariana said, "Even my brother said you are a considerate and gentle man. If he really became a woman, he would marry you."
"Go fck himself (tell him to go jerk off)..." Leon almost cursed out loud.
He could fully understand why Ariana's mother appreciated him. Young, rich, famous, and ambitious son-in-law—no mother-in-law could refuse.
Since the 2008 financial crisis, the operating condition of the audio equipment company she works for has been deteriorating. Life is not as glamorous as it looks on the surface.
Ariana came to New York alone to strive. Living expenses do not rely entirely on parental support; her performance remuneration on Broadway also accounts for a part.
As for Frankie, he was mostly intimidated into Stockholm Syndrome by Leon and awakened some special fetishes.
"Let your mom rest assured; I will take good care of you." Leon raised his glass. The two got drunker under the warm atmosphere of dinner for two.
"You always make me unable to figure you out." Ariana's face was flushed, tilting her head and dangling her feet. "Sometimes I think you are the best man in the world, like Jack in Titanic..."
"Really?"
Titanic is actually an extramarital affair story performed under the cloak of Shakespearean tragic love drama.
Male audiences always substitute themselves into the homewrecker Jack when watching the movie.
"But sometimes... you are the worst bastard in the world!" Saying that, she picked up the wine glass without warning and drank it in one gulp. "I hope to change the stereotype in your heart immediately. Your new album has been put on the agenda."
"Hopefully you didn't lie to me this time..."
Ariana was so urgent for the new album not only because she wanted to create an album created by herself to prove herself as soon as possible but also based on realistic considerations.
Since Leon and Taylor officially announced their romance, as a rumored girlfriend, her popularity dropped very fast.
Unfortunately, Senorita is a duet song. Although it can be performed alone, the commercial value will be greatly discounted without Leon's cooperation.
Now her schedule is not even half of when the single was just released. This is a signal of reduced presence in the circle.
Leon seemed to see the other party's worry and asked: "Do you have any work arrangements tomorrow?"
"Seems not. Why ask this suddenly?" Ariana blinked her eyelashes in confusion.
"Then why not give the time to me? CBS TV station wants to shoot a documentary short film for me. You just happen to show your face in this short film."
"Great! Of course I am willing!" Ariana responded in a second without thinking.
In yesterday's meeting with Tim, the other party informed Leon that CBS TV wanted to shoot a documentary short film about him.
Talking about his street story before becoming famous, the shooting location is in Brownsville.
Leon intended to refuse directly; he had no interest in this kind of boring sensational stuff.
Tim persuaded: "This is the standard process of the entertainment industry. You are a celebrity across America. Shoot a short film, recall some hard days, move the audience, improve your image, and boost record sales by the way. Look, doesn't Adele always hype her breakup history before becoming famous?"
Whether in the sports world, film and television circle, music scene, or even business world, after a person achieves huge success and becomes a benchmark, shooting a documentary telling the struggle process is already standard.
Browsing a few such documentaries, it is not difficult to find that they all have a commonality: celebrities have a disastrous start before achieving success.
Alcoholic dad, drug-addicted mom;
Brother in prison, disappearing her during low times...
Even many celebrities from middle-class or even wealthy backgrounds will describe their experiences before becoming famous very miserably.
This hypocritical documentary is also a PR method, emphasizing the importance of personal struggle to realize the American Dream through suffering experiences, allowing fans to form empathy.
"What do I need to do? I have absolutely no experience in this area." Ariana asked.
"You don't need to do anything. Just walk around the streets of Brownsville with me casually, taste community specialties, and chat about the past with old friends."
"Great..." Ariana blushed hot. She had seen almost all media excavations of Leon's experiences before becoming famous.
Although she had never set foot in Brownsville, this paradise for nggas, she knew more about it than her hometown Sicily.
"Is Brownsville really like what the media reported?"
"Which aspect do you mean? In Brooklyn Heights, $10 can't buy a Big Mac meal, but in Brownsville, you can buy a large portion of pastrami with fries, which tastes very good."
Leon originally wanted to say it more explicitly: Girls who take orders for $50 in Brownsville, the price doubles immediately when they arrive in Brooklyn Heights.
"I mean, is it really that dangerous there? Gang members everywhere?"
"About that. If a strange white girl suddenly appears on the streets of Brownsville at midnight, she will soon be surrounded by [black guns]."
Leon said with a smile. The black guns here do not refer to Glocks, and what they fire are not metal bullets.
"Oh my God..." Ariana covered her mouth. The rich girl couldn't imagine there was such a place in New York.
Rape cases in New York are on the rise year by year, and more than 80% of them occur in black gold communities like Brownsville.
"You don't have to worry about safety issues. With me, you will be safer in Brownsville than in Washington." Leon swirled the red wine in the glass, always curving the corners of his mouth.
There is not a bit of exaggeration in this sentence.
His name has long become the community totem of Brownsville.
Whether in gang territories or streetwalker waiting areas, graffiti created with the image of Street Jesus can be seen everywhere.
Wearing a funny glowing small yellow halo on his head.
After incorporating T-Ray's radio business, Leon's reputation here reached the peak, possibly the most famous white person in the history of this poor community.
If anyone dares to disrespect the "Savior" here, numerous believers will unhesitatingly take out the truth and conduct physical missionary work on the spot.